At Christmas We... used to go to Elmira every year. The girls would have Christmas at Grandma's house. They would all dress up in matching Christmas outfits and see Santa (a.k.a. Uncle Frankie... who, by the way, still plays Santa to this day).
Our last real Christmas at Grandma's house was in 1996. In 1997 she was already sick and confined to a bed. In 1998 we had our first Christmas at home, just the five of us.
At Christmas We... used to put up the Christmas Tree in the basement. And the girls used to hang all the ornaments. My job was simply opening them up and passing them out.
Now the Christmas tree is put up in the family room. Same Christmas tree though! Now I hang all the ornaments. They aren't interested any more. They want it done. They just don't want to do it.
At Christmas They.... used to love each other... pretty much unconditionally.
Now, one of them is choosing not to speak to another one of them. Perceived hurts and injustices combined with a little unwillingness to forgive makes for a bit of tension in the air.At Christmas We... used to hang the stockings along the bannister.
Now we hang them above the fireplace. Same stockings though!
At Christmas They... used to wake up ridiculously early and wait at the top of the stairs for the all clear to come down.
Now they wake up later and aren't in any rush to see what Santa brought.
At Christmas She... used to get excited about simple little things like slipper socks...
At Christmas We... gather in the family room, around the tree, and open stockings first... then presents. We eat a turkey dinner, watch the parade on television, and eventually go out to see a first run movie. Some things have changed over the years. Some things have stayed the same. I haven't caught a decent Christmas photo of my girls in years... hopefully this will be the year to remedy that.
Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas. Enjoy your family, enjoy your traditions... whatever they are!































